By Jeff Walsh
Justin Clouse was never beat up because he's gay. He wasn't threatened, harassed or even suicidal. He began telling people he was gay in the tenth grade, and no one freaked out or called him names.
"I realize that doesn't make for interesting copy," Justin says apologetically. "I think that's a lot of people's misperception -- If I'm going to come out, a lot of people are going to beat me up and harass me."
By Jeff Walsh
The thought of having sex with a guy turns Sara Webb's stomach.
"The first serious boyfriend I had wanted to have intercourse," the 17-year-old Atlanta resident recalls. "I threw up on him. I was repulsed by it."
Webb doesn't have a problem with guys, though, just sex with guys. "To this day, guys, I find, are my best friends," she says. "I love them to death as friends and I'm emotionally attracted to guys, but if anything physical ever happens, I'm just repulsed."
By Jeff Walsh
Matt Marco was everything a student should be.
In his Edwardsville, Ill., high school, he was a chairperson on the student council and a member of the National Honor Society, drama club, chess club and French club.
"I had the basic overachiever resume," Marco says. "I was very well-known, very well-liked and I was going to be a foreign exchange student to France my senior year."
I just watched the movie "But I'm A Cheerleader", and I figured out that boys are the cutest things ever.
I HATE MY DAD. there. theres a start.
Grumble. I am having a rough time. Ex showed up, that was bad ::shakes violently:: Very Very bad. So I am writing. These writings are what keep me going as long as I can. That and the people who actually do care about me. Then of course I have Lena. Lena whom is 19 and wants me to be with her. Lena who wants me to stay at her apartment tonight. Lena who I long to love the way she wants me to, but whom I can't.
You know, I had everything planned out . . . Somehow, in the course of a month I've quit my job, my grades have nose-dived, the musical ended, college looms over me like a scary looming thing, and I'm dating this GUY.
so yeah. so, maybe im psychotic. maybe thats it. it could be it. probably it. FUCK IT! alright. so yeah, he's ONLY my friend.
I wrote this in my philosophy class the other day. Just pondering life and it's meaning. Dealing with my depression and such. Psychotic kind of thoughts and shit.
Caffeine, Nicotine, and Caffeine.
Black shirt, White shirt, Black shirt.
Everyday is the same.
Like the sun rising and falling.
Hotwired like my Volvo;
I've forgotten how to feel.
I've forgotten how to peel,
The layers back.
I am a 19 year old female going to college in Utah. For the past couple of years I have been having feelings for other women. Especially a basketball coach I once had who is 4 years older then me. I thought these feelings would go away and that it was just a phase. But my feelings haven't gone away and the feelings are even stronger now. I have moved away from her thinking that it would help me but it hasn't.
